Desert Eagle Suletan Khan

Chapter 191: Destroying the Demon with All His Strength (Part )

Baili Tusi Dunyue Dorje placed 7,000 Dojiarong native soldiers at the front in a horizontal formation; 12,000 Kham native soldiers were divided into left, middle and right formations, with 4,000 in each formation, led by General Ouzhude. Le, he himself and his eldest son, Gonpo Bianba, commanded.

Gonpot means the guardian god; Bianba means he was born on Tuyao (Saturday). At that time, he named his eldest son Gongpo Bianba, which was a sign of high hopes. The eldest son is indeed up to date, knowledgeable about books, courteous, and both civil and military. However, they had eggs, and the man loved his second wife, while the woman valued her ex-husband. Since he married Pema, who was as holy and beautiful as a white lotus, he deprived his eldest son of his inheritance rights and made his younger son Sangye Tsering his heir apparent.

The battlefield was chosen in an open space in the mountains, which was rugged and rugged, making Baili's military formation look uneven. Dunyue Dorje believed that his side would have an advantage when fighting in mountainous areas. He placed the soldiers from the Rong area at the front, which is also related to the fact that most Jiarong people grew up in mountainous areas and were good at fighting in the mountains.

However, since Zanla chieftain Bu'er Jixi escaped, the morale of the Jiarong army has become unstable. Muping chieftain Jianshennanha and Yutong chieftain Danhan Zhazhakba came to Zagu chieftain Sang Jiepeng. Among the eighteen chieftains of the Jiarong tribe, the Muping chieftain of the Xiaojin tribe has a long history, and the Yutong chieftain of the Muya tribe (also known as the Mingzheng chieftain) is the richest, but the Zagu tribe has the strongest military force. Therefore, everyone was led by Sang Jiepeng, the chieftain of Zagu.

"Sang formed a group of friends, and Bai Lijiebo put us at the front, but he had no good intentions. He wanted us and the Mongols to kill each other so that he could reap the benefits."

"Yes, Jie Bo, Dunyue Duoji is using us Jiarong people as human shields."

Both men expressed their anti-war sentiments in unison.

Sang Jiepeng, who is in his thirties, is dark-skinned, tall and strong, and is a well-known warrior among the Jiarong people. As a warrior, he naturally has the pride of a warrior, and running away before fighting is not his style. He grinned widely and said, "I have heard that the Mongols are brave and good at fighting. I want to meet them today."

"But Jiebao~" Everyone wanted to persuade him again. Sang Jiepeng waved his hand and said, "Tell me, listen to my orders later and fight the Mongols for a while. If you can win, then pursue them bravely; if you can't win, then follow my general's flag to retreat." .

"Yes, Yunami."

Sultan's army came to the front of Baili's army. The two armies were about the same size. The difference was that the Mongolian army was mostly veterans of hundreds of battles. They had strict military discipline, neat formations and silence. Baili's army was mostly warriors from various tribes recruited temporarily, with few veterans and many recruits. They were poorly trained and had a messy formation, with some even talking in the formation.

"Great Khan, Baili Mo chose to fight in the mountainous area because he thought that our Mongolian warriors are only good at riding and not on foot. When you fight later, you might as well show weakness first and shoot him with a bow, arrow, fire blunderbuss," Liu Haogu said to Sultan suggestion. His eyes were very poisonous, and he could see the weaknesses of the native soldiers at a glance: they lacked medium and long-range strike weapons, there were very few artillery and muskets, the quantity and quality of bows and arrows were far inferior to those of the Mongolian army, and their armor coverage was low, making them unable to stop the Mongolian army. The strong bow and arrow.

"Haha, Master Liu and I thought of going together. Bailimo thought that my Mongolian warriors only knew how to fight on horseback, but he didn't know that our army's infantry fighting ability was by no means comparable to that of his rabble. Huh, let him have a taste of our Mongolian warriors today. "The strength of a man's strong bow and powerful arrows is very powerful." Sultan said coldly to the surrendered general Rejiefu: "You will lead a thousand soldiers to fight with the enemy later. You will be defeated but not defeated. You will bring the enemy into the range of our muskets and arrows and shoot them." ".

"The slave takes orders."

For the chieftain army, the battle was easy at first. As soon as the battle began, the Mongolian army's forward began to retreat.

"Hahaha, they say the Mongols are brave and good at fighting, but I didn't expect them to be so vulnerable," Sang Jiepeng laughed arrogantly. Growing up in the mountains, he has a wild nature. He likes heroes who are not afraid of death and hates cowards who are greedy for life and death. When you see your enemy can't help but hit him like this, you have to hit him even harder!

"Assault with me!" he yelled, drawing his machete.

"Kill~kill~kill~" More than seven thousand Jiarong warriors roared forward.

"Okay! This Sang Jiepeng is really a man! This battle should be the first achievement." In the rear formation, Dunyue Duoji praised him repeatedly and ordered the whole army to follow.

Re Jiefu lured the soldiers to the front of the formation, and then ran back to the formation with his men along the gap reserved in front of the formation. The soldiers were greeted by two thousand large bird cannons and more than ten thousand strong bows. Mongolian warriors have been able to ride and shoot since they were young, and they lack nothing but archers.

Babitai, the Wori chieftain of the Xiaojin tribe, led two hundred soldiers to the front. As a poor little chieftain, he was eager to make military exploits and grab more spoils.

"Bah~bah~bah~"

"Whoosh~whoosh~whoosh~"

There were too many bullets and arrows, too dense and overwhelming, making it impossible to avoid them.

Babitai wanted to retreat, but was forced forward by the soldiers behind him. He raised his shield in a futile attempt to block the arrow directed at his chest. A heavy arrow fell from the sky and shot directly through his head. In just a short time, he and his two hundred men were all ghosts in a foreign land.

Countless Jiarong warriors fell down and died one after another. Sang Jiepeng, who calls himself a hero, is frightened. The strong bows and arrows of the Mongols are so terrifying! This is a divine punishment that cannot be stopped by humans!

"Retreat, retreat quickly!"

He raised the flag to retreat, and with the Kham soldiers watching behind him, he did not dare to run backwards, so he turned to the left and swept away, instead disrupting the formation of Ojudel's army on the left wing of the Kham soldiers.

"Instruct Saihan and Mandu Latu that the enemy's left wing must be defeated within an hour; Alatancang, Boluji, Aishan, and Jijike will move forward to hold back the enemy's center; Lalm and Rejie As soon as the enemy's right wing was held back, Sandan and Dhondup Norbu each took their headquarters and circled behind the enemy's position to cut off the enemy's retreat route back to the official stronghold." The experienced Sultan saw the enemy's weakness at a glance and moved toward the enemy. The enemy's left wing, which disrupted the formation, was punched hard.

Saihan and Mandu Latu were like two steel knives piercing the left flank of Baili's army. Ojudel drew his sword and chopped down several Jiarong people who disrupted his formation in an attempt to reorganize the army. The result was in vain. Under the leadership of Sang Jiepeng, the Jiarong soldiers fled en masse, which he could not stop.

"Array~array~" Ojudel roared, his pupils suddenly widened, time froze, and an arrow shot through his chin with a powerful light.

"Quickly, retreat and return to the official stronghold." As soon as the left wing collapsed, Dunyue Duoji, who had also experienced hundreds of battles, sensed the danger and decisively ordered the retreat to the official stronghold. However, the Mongolian troops Alatancang, Boluji, Aishan, and Jijike tightly entangled him, making his retreat extremely slow and difficult. Soon, the right wing also collapsed, and the entire military formation was crumbling like a broken house.

The opportunity has come, the glory of the decisive victory will always belong to the Great Khan! Sultan drew out his Yilit sword and charged in person, "Warriors of Oirat, follow the direction of the Khan's sword!"

"Haorui!"

"Haorui!"

"Haorui!"

The Mongolian soldiers roared like mountains and tsunamis, and rushed towards Baili's army like a violent storm.

(End of this chapter)