Daming: Let you do your best to manage, do you go to health?

Chapter 147 Gathering is a Ball of Fire, Scattering is a Sky full of Stars!

in the afternoon.

Just when Zhu Zhanji led the five thousand soldiers under his command to move on.

In their extreme distance, because it was too far away, they couldn't see anything clearly, and there was no movement. The only thing that could be seen was the bursts of dust.

When Zhu Zhanji was still riding his horse and whipping his whip, Zhou Quan hurriedly caught up with Zhu Zhanji at this moment, and shouted loudly among the thousands of cavalry: "Your Highness! There are enemies ahead!"

Amidst the chaotic voices around him, Zhu Zhanji still heard Zhouquan's voice, and followed the direction Zhouquan pointed, looking from a distance.

When he saw the dusty sky in the distance and the black mass approaching quickly, Zhu Zhanji's heart tightened.

coming!

At this time, Zhu Zhanji looked a little excited, but he didn't know whether he was nervous because of the appearance of the enemy, or because the appearance of the enemy made him feel excited.

With one hand he galloped the horse, and with the other he held the hilt of the long sword at his waist.

After thinking for a few seconds, Zhu Zhanji immediately shouted to Zhou Quan beside him: "Turn around and lead the army to run northeast!"

Regarding Zhu Zhanji's order, Zhouquan naturally dared not disobey the slightest, especially at this tense moment.

"As ordered!"

Zhou Quan also shouted loudly, then gradually increased his speed, and rushed towards the vanguard army in front.

When the cavalry is galloping, it is the standard bearer of the vanguard in front who wants to convey the order.

On the battlefield, the generals and troops who communicated these simple military orders by shouting are dead.

Especially in today's situation, changing direction only requires the front team and the flag bearer to change direction, and the soldiers behind will catch up immediately.

No need to say anything at all.

At the same time, as the Ming army changed direction, the Oirat cavalry army in the distance seemed to have noticed their movements.

They all shouted at the Oala leader Chuoros Tuhuan in front of him: "The Ming army has run away!"

Chuoros Tuohuan, who heard this, not only did not feel troubled by the escape of the Ming army, but was delighted in his heart.

If they run away, it means they are afraid.

Doesn't this just mean that the opponent's strength is insufficient and he is afraid of running away?
On the contrary, if the Ming army really rushed over in a daze, Chuoros Tuhuan really wouldn't dare to fight the enemy head-on under such circumstances without any room for maneuver.

The more the Ming army ran, the more excited Churos Tuohuan was!

"Order! The whole army is on the attack!"

"Yes!"

As the military order of Chuoros Tuhuan was conveyed to the entire army, all the Oirat cavalry seemed to have been injected with chicken blood and saw the fat, allowing the wildness in their hearts to unleash unscrupulously.

Like a pack of wolves, they charged towards the Ming army under the leadership of Chuoros Tuohuan.

On the other side, the Ming army, compared with these Oirat cavalry troops, was less wild, but more chilling.

All the soldiers were wearing armor, with long knives across their waists, looking at the military flag in front of the army, although they were fleeing, they did not panic at all.

Compared with those Oirat soldiers, they are not wild wolves.

They are living people, warriors who are on the battlefield to defend their home and country.

In their hearts, there is faith.

Accompanied by two armies, they chased and fled on the grassland.

Time is passing by little by little.

However, for some reason, the two armies maintain a weird balance.

One chased and the other escaped.

But they all tacitly maintained a relative gap.

While the armies of the two sides were galloping, there was no confrontation.

It seems that some opera is being performed on the big stage of the grassland.

Among the Ming army, Zhu Zhanji, who was at the forefront of the army, naturally discovered this situation.

Zhou Quan, who was beside him, also discovered this situation.

"Your Highness! The Nawala people seem to be avoiding fighting on purpose!"

Zhou Quan shouted loudly.

Listening to his words, Zhu Zhanji didn't say much, but after a moment of contemplation, he shouted to Zhou Quan: "Order the former army to slow down!"

"Yes!"

It took less than a moment for Zhouquan to leave, and the speed of the entire Ming army continued to decrease as the front army slowed down.

Among the Oala army on the other side, Chuoros Tuhuan also seemed to feel the slowdown of the Ming army, and was wondering what the hell the Ming army was doing, guessing whether all this was really a trick set up by the Ming army At that time, an Oirat soldier came to him on horseback and shouted to him: "Boss! The Ming army is throwing supplies!"

Hearing this person's shout, Chuoros Tuhuan hurriedly looked forward.

really!

Wherever the Ming army passed by, large and small bags were thrown all over the ground.

Although it was too late to examine what was in it carefully, it seemed to be quite different from what the soldier said.

The Ming army came from afar, and the people were exhausted, and the speed could not keep up!

Even the supplies were thrown away!

Can these still be pretended?
Seeing this scene, even if Chuoros Tuohuandang no longer hesitated, the fighter plane was fleeting, and immediately shouted loudly: "Fight with all your might!"

As soon as the shout fell, the Oirat soldiers at the front of the army immediately slapped the horse's back with the scimitar in their hands.

"kill!"

In an instant, the shouts of killing one after another echoed continuously in the army composed of tens of thousands of soldiers.

The speed of the entire army also increased to the highest in an instant.

And among the Ming army, Zhu Zhanji narrowed his eyes slightly as he felt the Wala soldiers who were constantly shortening the distance behind him. When the distance between the two sides was shortened to the limit, Zhu Zhanji suddenly shouted at the standard bearer not far away. Said: "Follow me!"

After finishing speaking, he single-handedly rushed to the forefront of the army, and then led everyone to turn a very large arc in an instant.

At the same time, he shouted to everyone around him: "Send the order, and the muskets are ready!"

"Yes!"

According to Zhu Zhanji's military order, the entire cavalry army of 5000 people began to echo Zhu Zhanji's military order.

Sheathing the knife, he took out the musket and loaded the ammunition.

In this short period of less than 1 minute, the 5000 people of the entire Ming army made a [-]-degree turn, from being chased, to rushing towards the Nawasa army head-on.

And Chuoros Tuhuan, who was on the opposite side, seemed to have seen the movement of the Ming army, but he was not surprised.

The distance between the two sides is constantly shortening. If the Ming army fled blindly, the result would be to be continuously eroded.

Therefore, knowing that there is no escape, turning around and charging may still maintain part of its strength.

Even he, Chuoros Tuhuan, would make such a choice in the face of such a situation.

Facing the choice of the Ming army, Chuoros Tuhuan did not change at all, and still shouted loudly: "Rush!"

Compared with those Oirat soldiers who seemed to have seen fat, the Ming army on the other side, led by Zhu Zhanji, was waiting in full force.

Seeing that the distance from the Navala army was getting closer and closer, Zhu Zhanji finally issued an order at this time, saying: "Throwing battalion, get ready!"

Hearing Zhu Zhanji's shout, a team of more than a hundred people rushed to the front of the army immediately.

In their hands, each of them carried a bag of explosives tied with a rope.

Just when the two armies were about to contact, Zhu Zhanji shouted loudly: "Throw!"

With the sound of Zhu Zhanji's voice, in the throwing camp of more than a hundred people, twenty or thirty soldiers began to ignite the explosive packs in their hands, then swung them up and down to accumulate energy, and finally within the time period when the explosive pack exploded, He threw the explosive package in his hand to a position where the two armies would be in contact in an instant.

Bang!
With the sound of the first explosive package, successive explosive packages also began to sound in the enemy's queue.

Bang!Bang!Bang!
This one after another, continuous explosions will rush between the two armies in an instant, and it seems that the front ranks of the Wala people who can enter the Ming army in a blink of an eye will be blown up.

As dozens of people and dozens of cavalry fell to the ground in the front, the cavalry in the rear were also tripped by it.

The vanguard of the entire Oirat cavalry army was in chaos in an instant.

The speed of the entire army also stagnated.

At the same time, under the leadership of Zhu Zhanji himself, the entire army seemed to pass by the cavalry army composed of Navara soldiers.

Only the left side of the army was exposed to the Wala soldiers, and then they galloped towards the right.

However, what Zhu Zhanji had to do was not just throwing dozens of explosives to prevent the Oirat cavalry from rushing into the camp.

The cavalry on the left side of the entire Ming army had already held the muskets they had prepared in advance, and began to shoot wildly at the densely packed Oirat army while they were running continuously.

Facing such a dense Oirat army, the soldiers don't need to aim at all. They just need to point their guns at the direction and position of the Nawala soldiers. .

In less than 10 minutes, the entire Ming army passed by the Navara army. However, in the process, facing the firing of thousands of muskets from the Ming army, hundreds of Wala people either died. Under the muskets of the Ming army, he would either be hit by a flatterer or die under the trampling of his own tribe's horseshoes.

And when the former army led by Zhu Zhanji passed by the Nawara army, Chuoros Tuohuan, who was in the Wala army, immediately noticed that the armor on the Ming army was different from ordinary soldiers. Zhu Zhanji.

After all, Zhu Zhanji is in the first rank of the army, and his goal is still very clear.

And Zhu Zhanji was also keenly aware of Chuoros Tuhuan in the Navala army.

Although the two of them only looked at each other for a moment, they both observed each other.

It's just that compared to the indifference in Zhu Zhanji's eyes, Chuoros Tuohuan's eyes are full of murderous intent!
Zhu Zhanji!
As the general of this army, Zhu Zhanji is too young!
How can the chief general who can be sent to such a critical battlefield be such a young man with no hair yet?

After much deliberation, Chuoros Tuhuan felt that there was only Zhu Zhanji, the grandson of the emperor of the Ming Dynasty.

What he didn't expect was that, as the grandson of the emperor of the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Zhanji dared to come to such a battlefield in person.

"Bald! The former chief general of the Ming army in the Ming army just now is Zhu Zhanji, the grandson of the emperor of the Ming Dynasty!?"

With hatred and suspicion in his heart, Chuoros Tuohuan immediately asked a lieutenant beside him who had seen Zhu Zhanji before.

The man wanted to speak just now, but after hearing his leader's question, he immediately replied: "It's him! Even a ghost will never forget it!"

Hearing this, Churos Tohuan confirmed the guess in his heart.

After realizing that the chief general in the Ming army at this time was his husband-killing and son-killing enemy Ming Dynasty grandson Zhu Zhanji, the thought of revenge in Chuoros Tuohuan's heart suddenly began to rise like a prairie fire.

"Pursue! The whole army pursues! Zhu Zhanji must not be allowed to escape from the grassland!"

"Everyone, disperse the pursuit!"

Chuoros Tuhuan also seemed to understand that an attacking camp like theirs now with a large army formation could not pose too much threat to the Ming army, which greatly limited the speed of their own cavalry. This scattered pursuit method is what the prairie people are best at.

Just like a pack of wolves, a cavalry team of more than a hundred people dragged the Ming army back, and then the pack of wolves attacked.

However, Zhu Zhanji did not panic in the slightest in the face of the changes in the Oala tribe's army.

He is very clear that the biggest reliance of their Ming army now is muskets and speed.

Because all the materials that affect the speed have been discarded before, the speed of the own cavalry can be increased a lot.

But after all, they came from a long distance, and they were short of men and horses. The cavalry facing the Navara did not have any advantage in speed.

And the biggest feature of their army is that they surround the enemy army in a guerrilla manner, killing and consuming the enemy army with long-distance shooting.

Without speed, there is no way to create distance.

After all, muskets take time to reload. If they are entangled by Navara troops, or even rushed into the formation, they will only be defeated in close quarters.

If it was just this small team of hundreds of people, it would be able to withstand their salvos for several rounds.

It is not difficult to defeat those small groups of Oala cavalry, but the difficulty is how not to be slowed down by them, causing the entire Ming army to be overtaken by them and rush into the camp.

But these things were all expected before. During the journey, Zhu Zhanji had repeatedly discussed with Na Zhouquan how to deal with the Oirat cavalry.

After all, at that time, the enemy was out in the dark, and the number of people on the other side, what the situation was, and what fighting method was very clear.

It is not too difficult to discuss a reasonable solution based on the ability of one's own side.

And the best way they discussed was to break the whole into pieces!

Like the cavalry army of the Navarres, the true power of the muskets in the hands of the Ming army can only be shown the most powerful power when they are dispersed.

Just like their ancestors of the Oirats, the light cavalry under Kublai Khan's troops crossing the battlefield.

Through mobility and long-distance killing ability, entangle with the enemy on the huge grassland battlefield.

The enemy can't touch them, but they can continue to sneak past the enemy to fight.

After dispersing, with the strength of the Ming army, as long as everyone kills four Oirats at a long distance, they will basically have zero casualties in this battle.

In the case of long-distance aiming and shooting muskets, it is by no means difficult for one person to kill four.

As long as they can stabilize their mentality and not panic, they will win this battle!
After seeing the change in the Nawara's tactics, Zhu Zhanji shouted loudly at Zhouquan: "Change!"

Hearing Zhu Zhanji's shout, Zhouquan seemed to have been waiting for this moment, and immediately shouted to the soldiers around him: "Blow!"

For an instant.

Bursts of horns began to sound over the entire Ming army.

At the same time, the flag bearer at the forefront of the Ming army also began to wave the big flag in his hand.

The hundreds of households in the Ming army at the back, after seeing the movement in front, immediately understood the grandson Zhu Zhanji's heart.

Immediately, he shouted to the subordinates around him: "Follow me!"

In an instant, the army that seemed to be united in one mind, like a steel gun, was wielded like an arm under the command of the general, and in this instant, it seemed like birds and beasts scattered.

At the beginning, under the command of those hundreds of households of the Ming army, cavalry teams formed by hundreds of people formed one by one, and began to separate and flee towards the surroundings.

(End of this chapter)