Emperor Ming Dynasty

Chapter 849 Captive
Suddenly, countless arrows rained across a beautiful arc, and then fell in the phalanx.

The infantry in the phalanx was a little flustered, and countless roars sounded: "Whoever takes a step back dies—"

In an instant, the phalanx stabilized.

At this time, the firearm also showed its strength, immediately cleared the crowd in front, and approached slowly.

The yelling and scolding of the generals, the passionate music and drums played against each other, forming a vigorous army.

The horse was panting heavily, steaming and foaming in the cold air, bearing a weight of hundreds of catties, constantly sprinting and fighting.

The fighting of the cavalry is not as rigorous as that of the infantry. The muskets in their hands die down after a bullet is fired, and they can only rely on the machete.

However, the advantage of the Ming army is also obvious. The extremely high armor rate allows them to gain the upper hand in the counterattack, and then slowly expands the results of the battle.

Li Dingguo was riding a war horse, with the battle flag behind him fluttering, and the one-foot-tall banner was extremely conspicuous on the battlefield, standing upright like this, boosting the morale of his side.

Hearing the continuous drumming, his blood boiled with enthusiasm, wishing he could take the lead in the battle.

It's a pity that he is the coach and cannot be indulged.

The monocular is erected, and the situation on the battlefield is clear at a glance.

After the phalanx of the Chinese army went through the initial panic, relying on the excellent officer system, they immediately stabilized their heels and continued to fight forward.

The cavalry on the two wings are expanding their advantages, and relying on their superior equipment, they have the upper hand in fighting the Mongols.

Obviously, the situation on the battlefield is favorable for the Ming army, and it is obviously a tug of war.

But this is not as straightforward as Li Dingguo's mind.

The war horse under the crotch seemed to feel the master's mood, panting, and wobbled its horse's hooves uneasily.

"Such a delay will be detrimental to future wars, and at the same time, it will also make the Mongols have some kind of idea—"

Li Dingguo muttered, and his face instantly became determined.

Difficult to deal with the Mongols will inevitably make the latter have some kind of bad luck, and the Ming army is just so lucky.

You must know that although the three tribes of Oirat Mongolia are the largest, there are also a lot of other small tribes, and he doesn't have the heart to solve them one by one.

"Send an order to let Zhenxi Pao go out—"

"Yes—" The messenger on the side responded immediately.

The so-called Zhenxi Pao was actually a light rifled artillery researched by the imperial court back then. It weighed about [-] catties and was equipped with wheels. It was extremely convenient to march on the grassland.

But this time, Li Dingguo brought thirty Zhenxi cannons.

The Zhenxi artillery, which had been prepared for a long time, was pushed forward one by one, occupying a hillside, and began to bury the soil for positioning, calculate the angle, clean the barrel, and load the shotgun.

The muzzles of thirty black holes point diagonally at the sky.Hearing a "bang" sound of the gong, there was a loud shout: "Put——"

"Boom! Boom! Boom..." Shocks like thunder rang out one after another, and the ground trembled. A row of artillery retreated a few steps due to the recoil, shaking up dust all over the ground.

Seen from a distance, white smoke rises one by one on the gentle slope, and the flames in the smoke are gorgeous and powerful.

Most of the shells fell into the Mongolian army formation, scaring the galloping cavalry one by one.

The shotgun shells scattered like a goddess fell, and a large number of iron nails and shrapnel bloomed in the Mongolian army. Some of them were pierced through the body by the shrapnel, and their heads were shattered, with blood and white pulp splashed all over the ground; some horses were frightened and forced to fall off their horses. , turned into meat paste...

Each flower bomb can carry more than ten people, even dozens of people, and almost all of them were killed or injured within a radius of several feet.

Although only a few hundred people were killed or injured by a round of artillery, such a miserable scene directly crushed the courage of many soldiers.

How can one not be in a trance when he is hit hundreds of steps away and still dies in such a miserable way?
The morale of the Mongols dropped rapidly like a parabola. It could not stop the attack of the crowd, but it accelerated the speed of its collapse.

"Boom - boom -"

In the second round of salvo, many Mongolians couldn't help closing their eyes and praying for the blessing of Buddha.

The Ming army, on the other hand, rejoiced and became excited as if they had been injected with chicken blood, and the scimitar in their hands became more powerful.

By the third round, the morale of the Mongolian army had completely collapsed, and a large number of cavalry could not stop fleeing, and they could not be dissuaded at all.

This is the case with the tribal coalition forces. With the first one, there will be a second one. The army is like an avalanche, disappearing quickly.

"Boys, follow me to kill—"

Li Dingguo couldn't bear it anymore, he waved his scimitar directly, and under the protection of a group of personal soldiers, he went directly to the enemy.

With a movement of the big banner behind him, the entire Ming army pressed forward completely, following the commander.

This time, like the last straw that broke the camel's back, the Mongols couldn't resist anymore, and fell apart in a blink of an eye.

Oziltu Khan, who was watching the formation, was taken aback. Seeing such a scene, the constant roaring sound came from his ears, which made him tremble with fear.

As soon as the army collapsed, he immediately turned his horse's head: "Withdraw, all withdraw—"

This decisive battle involving more than 10 people and the ownership of the entire Western Region ended easily like this.

The time for fighting and chasing down should not exceed two hours.

Li Dingguo's blood boiled with enthusiasm. After beheading four or five people with his hands, he immediately ordered his men to hunt down and kill Oqier Tuhan, and completely wiped out the Heshuote Department.

As long as the two tribes of Junggar and Heshuote are wiped out, the only remaining Duerbert tribe will not be troubled by any waves.

Jia Daihua was riding a horse, fighting vigorously, his whole body was hot, his lips were dry, and he desperately wanted to drink water, but at the same time, the horse under his crotch kept moving forward, and the scimitar in his hand was harvesting the lives of the enemy soldiers, which made him extremely excited.

His troops followed closely and kept moving forward. After a while, when the horse under his crotch slowed down, Jia Daihua felt something was wrong:
"It's a hundred miles away from the battlefield."

Thinking of this, he suppressed his hunger and thirst, and shouted: "Feed the horses and replenish their strength."

As he spoke, he took a sip of water, and after feeling that the saliva was not dry, he fed half a bag of water to the war horse.

"Commander, shall we continue forward?"

The 500-man army kept up with more than [-] people, and one of the captains couldn't help asking.

"Of course." Jia Daihua raised his head, looked at the sparse deserters in front of him, and said decisively, "I don't believe that after we chased so far, there would be no high-ranking officials."

"If you don't want to be sweaty, just come to a Taiji, it's not bad."

Oirat Mongolia's Taiji prevailed, as long as it was a tribal leader, Endu was Taiji, and the so-called Ozirtu Khan, his Khan position was also given by his uncle Gushi Khan, and he was worthy of the status of the leader.

"That's true—" Everyone nodded one after another. Such a request is not high, and it is very likely to be realized on the battlefield.

In an instant, everyone was full of fighting spirit.

After boosting morale, Jia Daihua immediately led the troops forward.

I don't know how long they walked, under the stars and the moon, everyone came to a lake.

"Head, there seems to be someone in front—"

The cavalry who also serves as the night does not collect comes back.

"how many people?"

Jia Daihua was tired and sleepy, and was very thirsty for water, but he still forcibly pulled himself together.

"I can't see clearly at night, I guess there are thousands of people."

"It's not small, it's a big fish."

Jia Daihua marveled in a low voice.

You must know that on the grassland, an ordinary medium-sized tribe has only a thousand or eight hundred riders, and only those large tribes can organize tens of thousands of riders.

And the identity of the person who has the protection of Qianqi can be imagined.

"Head, we are too few in number."

"forget it--"

The deputy battalion officer and team leader gathered together, three or four people looked up at Jia Daihua, retreating one by one.

"Brothers are exhausted. If they forcefully fight over, I'm afraid it will be very difficult to deal with."

Obviously, the number of soldiers is at a disadvantage, coupled with the long journey, everyone has no confidence.

Jia Daihua also felt that he had no idea, but the great achievements in front of him were enough for him to fight.

His eyes were bright, and he kept the long story short: "There is an old saying that one Han is equal to five Hus. Now we are chasing soldiers, and they are routs. How can 300 people defeat [-]?"

"Besides, this person must be a big prey. Once we catch him, the few of us will definitely be crowned and promoted, and the brothers will also have a lot of merit to get."

"Such a good opportunity, it will be difficult to meet again in the future."

Within a few breaths, the captain and the deputy battalion were excited and expressed their approval.

"Feed the horse, rest your feet, and wait until midnight before we make a surprise attack."

Jia Daihua said in a low voice.

"Head, why isn't it when the sky is about to dawn?" Deputy Yingzheng, who had also studied in the martial arts hall, couldn't help asking.

"After running all day, they are orthodontically zero at this time. I am afraid that they just closed their eyes in the middle of the night. It will not be so easy to open them by then. This is the best time."

Jia Daihua chuckled and said, "The timing should change according to the situation, don't stick to the textbooks."

"Remember, don't let the brothers fall asleep."

The officers then went back to doing the work of the rank-and-file soldiers.

After waiting for more than an hour, Jia Yan felt that his eyelids were like a heavy gate, and it was difficult to lift them.

But in the end, he finally maintained his sobriety.

"Head, it's almost time."

"Go, the opportunity to make meritorious service has come."

Putting away the leather jacket, Jia Daihua cheered up, his eyes widened.

The grassland wind at night was bitterly cold, and the hot air he exhaled seemed to turn into frost in a blink of an eye. Sitting and lying down for a long time made his legs numb from the cold.

To support their night raids, in addition to the regular military rations of fried noodles, which can be swallowed to fill their stomachs with water, the most important thing is the woolen underwear on their bodies.

Wool clothing, so that their legs, feet and upper body, even if they are not warmed by flames, can keep the army warm at night, so as not to freeze to death.

In the luggage on horseback, there are even military socks and gloves to keep warm and prevent frostbite.

Even if you suffer from frostbite, you still have wound medicine in your bag, which can be applied at any time to prevent necrosis.

At this time, Jia Daihua suddenly remembered a sentence he said when he was studying in the martial arts hall: "Logistics support is the cornerstone of an army's victory."

Without military rations and woolen clothes, how can he attack at night?

The long-term supply of meat allowed the soldiers to have no night blindness, and they could launch attacks at night against the moon.

The four hooves of the war horse were wrapped in cloth, and the horse bit was put on, and everyone was ready.

"Kill—" With a low cry, Jia Daihua raised his scimitar.

At this time, a gust of hot air puffed on the blade, instantly forming water mist, and the armor and the horse's mane were all wet with water vapor.

The three hundred riders charged towards the camp a few miles away with an aura of no hesitation.

At this moment, Oziertu Khan was curled up in the blanket, warming himself by the fire, and was soundly asleep.

Pity him for his age, his temples are slightly frosty, and he has been pampered for decades. This is the first time he has suffered such a disastrous defeat. It can be said that his confidence was directly punctured. After a day of exhaustion and escape, he can only rest at night.

At first everyone advised him to leave day and night and quickly return to the king's tent to organize a counterattack, but his body couldn't take it anymore.

Moreover, others also agree that the bitter cold temperature at night is enough to make the Ming army fearful and deterred.

Suddenly, there was a sound of hoofbeats, followed by shouts.

Ozirtu Khan was startled awake: "What's wrong?"

"Khan, the Ming army is here."

The chief guard couldn't help but exclaimed.

"How many are they?"

"I can't see clearly at night, but it's coming so fiercely that the sons and daughters can't stand it anymore. Get on your horse quickly—"

As he spoke, he supported Oziertuhan and straddled his horse. Dozens of people protected him and went out to kill him.

The Mongolian cavalry, who suffered a disastrous defeat during the day, were like frightened birds. They were defeated by hundreds of Ming troops, and immediately lost their fighting spirit. The situation was one-sided, and many people raised their weapons and surrendered.

But at this time, Jia Daihua asked and understood that this was actually the camp where Oqiertu Khan rested, no wonder there were so many people protecting it.

Thinking of his identity, Jia Daihua immediately became short of breath. He swept his eyes and asked hastily, "Where is Eqiertuhan?"

"In, in the innermost—"

At this time, everyone no longer cared about the captives, but rushed forward directly, trying to capture Oziertu Khan alive.

"Don't try to escape—"

Seeing a group of cavalry fleeing in a panic, Jia Daihua directly led more than [-] cavalry to catch up, refusing to give up.

After chasing for half an hour, the cavalry in front of them slowed down and were finally surrounded.

Jia Daihua said in half-baked Mongolian: "Surrender, Oqiertuhan, my Emperor Ming has always been lenient and will not kill you."

Wearing brocade robes, with a dusty face and weather-stained face, Oqiertu was panting like a cow, shivering from the cold, dripping with tears, and was speechless for a while.

"Khan, there are not many more of them than us, and they have to fight—" the chief guard said directly.

After a while, Oziertu Khan came to his senses, wiped his nose, and closed his eyes slightly: "Forget it, put down your weapon!"

"Khan—" everyone exclaimed.

But Oziltu Khan continued without doubt: "Put down your weapons!"

"This is a wise choice—" Jia Daihua heaved a sigh of relief, with a smile on his face.

After carefully confiscating all the weapons and taking Oziertuhan into custody alone, the group slowly returned to the camp.

In order to avoid nights and dreams, Jia Daihua directly changed Oqiertuhan into Ming army robes, and then escorted a large number of prisoners before embarking on the return journey.

At this time, Li Dingguo began to sum up the losses at night.

When he learned that thousands of cavalrymen had not returned after chasing and killing them, especially when Oqiertuhan and Seng Ge were missing, Li Dingguo couldn't help but want to scold his mother:

"Gone with Oziltu Khan, how could it be like this?"

(End of this chapter)