Chapter 56 You believe me~~~

The morale of the Tartars is not high.

I was tortured in the middle of the night, and I'm so confused that I haven't even eaten yet.

At this time, I was forced to rush into battle when I was cold and hungry. Only when my morale is high can I be successful.

Hou Jin also urgently got some rice balls and dried meat, so I could eat some.

But the herdsmen of various tribes were in misery. They really went to the battlefield hungry.

Several hundred Tartar bannermen were thrown into the midst of seven or eight thousand grassland herdsmen to supervise the battle, swarming forward like a swarm of swarms.

Aya was an ordinary herdsman from the Naiman tribe. He was summoned by his family Taiji in a daze, saying that he was following the Khan to rob the Han people.

He has seen Han people. Every year, Han people come to the tribe in convoys to do business.

The things of the Han people are really good. The iron pots that every herdsman family longs for, the cloths of various colors that the tribal girls like best, the jewelry that Surina is obsessed with, and the things that only the tribal leaders are qualified to enjoy, they stand by the side.

One sip of this wine will make your whole body feel relaxed.

Their products are really good, but their hearts are crueler than the most cunning wolf on the grassland.

A hairpin costs a sheep!

When he first bought the hairpin for Su Rina, it really made him feel distressed for a long time.

When he followed the Taiji nobles to send troops, Aya came with red eyes.

He wanted to rob Han people, rob iron pots, rob jewelry, rob cloth, rob women! No matter what it was, he wanted to rob it.

The herdsmen were so poor that they wanted to dig out the soil and take it away.

The result was that he was greatly disappointed. The Han people did not grab it, but they were dragged to the edge of the river to fight with the Han army!

Looking at the armored Great Wall opposite, which was blooming with dazzling light in the sun, Aya's calves were cramping.

Master Taiji of their tribe also has an iron armor that is said to have been passed down from his ancestors.

The wolf-fang arrows can't hurt at all, and when you hit them with a knife, you can only make a sound and sparks, which is really enviable.

But now on the opposite side, the densely packed Ming army was all wearing iron armor.

This is impossible to fight.

Aya subconsciously wanted to run away, but before she could turn the horse's head, she heard the screams of her companion Ah Rixi coming from behind.

Turning his head to look over, he saw Ah Rixi, who had already turned his horse and ran backwards, but was cut off from his horse by a Houjin Supervisor.

The overseer was short, fat and strong, with a fleshy face. A pair of yellow triangular eyes glanced over, making Aya's heart twitch.

He subconsciously wanted to find Taiji, why could he kill our people so casually?

But when I saw Tai Ji, I felt a sense of despair in my heart.

Master Taiji was surrounded by several white-armored soldiers from the Hou Jin Dynasty, and their knives were almost placed on Master Taiji's neck.

Originally, from Huang Taiji's point of view, he would not do such a thing of killing the goose to obtain the eggs.

But now we have reached a critical moment of life and death. Of course, we have to throw away the cowardly attitude of the past and force the cannon fodder to fill our lives.

Anyway, as long as you can win, everything is easy to say.

The shrill horn horn sounded again, and the tribal cavalry began to speed up.

It wouldn't work if they didn't speed up. The big golden flag men supervising the battle behind them had already brandished their weapons and started killing people. Only dead people were left behind them.

Aya was just being hugged by the people around him, and kept increasing his speed as he crashed straight into the Great Steel Wall on the opposite side.

The thunderous sound of artillery sounded, and the scorching hot shells flew over, crashed into the crowd, and immediately pulled out a bloody gourd.

As they continued to charge forward, the sound of intensive firecrackers rang out, and the tribal cannon fodder fell to the ground in rows.

Aya, who was controlling his horse in a panic to avoid the people and horses on the ground, suddenly felt that his eyes were empty, and everyone who had been blocking him before was now gone.

A hundred paces ahead, there is a forest of spear formations extending diagonally from the Ming Army's Great Steel Wall.

The instinct of survival made Aya subconsciously want to rein in his horse, but the sound of crackling firecrackers sounded again from the opposite side. He felt that his body was suddenly hit by a heavy hammer and fell off the horse.

Before the huge horse hoof behind her stepped on her face, the last thought in Aya's mind was...

‘Surina, I can’t go back~~~’

The turbulent cavalry slammed into the Shenshu Camp's gun array.

In an instant, countless people were killed and injured.

Looking from Li Yunze's side, it looks like raging waves hitting the embankment.

He lowered his eyelids, picked up the wine bottle, and poured wine into the wine glass in front of him.

"There's a lot of gold and silver over there in Fuso, and it's also rich in rice. We have to find a way to get them to call us daddy."

At this point in the battle, there is not much that Li Yunze can do. Sitting here and being the Dinghai Shenzhen that stabilizes the morale of the army is his biggest role at this time.

Not far from him, more than a dozen artillery pieces that were urgently transported had their elevation angle adjusted to the maximum and were desperately pouring firepower into the distance.

Thousands of fire gun soldiers from the Shenji Battalion in front stood on benches and wooden boxes and fired at the Tartar army with classic three-stage shooting.

Three-stage shooting is not an imported product. As early as the Hongwu period, Mu Guogong Mu Ying used this shooting method that can maximize the advantage of firepower.

The Ming Army's new fire blunderbuss uses seamless steel pipes that Li Yunze bought from the modern world, which is far superior to the primitive fire blunderbuss that were wrapped in layers of iron sheets.

The most obvious advantage is that it can withstand continuous shooting.

Under rounds of intensive shooting, the sight was filled with gunpowder smoke.

The morning breeze blew, and there was a pungent smell everywhere.

Li Yunze, holding the wine glass, sat quietly, silently watching the tragic battlefield in front of him.

Layer after layer of Tartars crashed into the Great Steel Wall, breaking like waves on the coast.

Clausewitz's theory of war said that a morning's strategic decisive battle can determine the fate of a country.

The main forces of both sides fight, and the winner will get everything.

Both the Tartars and the Ming army were fighting desperately for victory at this time.

The corpses piled up like mountains at the intersection of the battle lines. The Tartars behind them couldn't get past them, so they simply dismounted and turned over to kill them.

Abatai, who was forced to the front line, roared and jumped into the Ming army's formation with a group of bagaras armed with a sharp ax.

The giant ax in his hand slashed wildly, knocking down several Ming army soldiers one after another.

The Ming soldiers in the first few rows were all armed with long spears, and they were weak in close combat.

A burst of gunfire passed, and Bagala, who had followed Abate over the mountain, fell down in a row. The rest seized the opportunity to rush in and help their master open the gap.

This elite force successfully disrupted the nearby battle lines.

Behind the Ming army array, the sound of drums and the roar of generals sounded.

The spear warriors in the front row quickly retreated, while more warriors holding shields in one hand and pumpkins or hammers in the other stepped forward to fill the gap.

Both sides were wearing heavy armor, and ordinary swords, guns, bows and arrows could do nothing. Only those with sharp axes and heavy hammers could cause damage.

An ax struck the neck of the Ming army in front of him, and the huge impact directly broke the Ming army's neck.

But after the Ming army fell, Abate's eyes were still filled with dense iron cans.

"Why, why didn't the Ming army run away?"

Abatai, who was out of breath, felt incredible.

It is not that they have never charged through the Ming army's formation in the past, but when the casualties reached such a level, the Ming army should have run away long ago.

Why don't you run!

A hammer smashed down, but Abate raised his ax to block it.

The force of the heavy impact made his hands numb and his mouth tore apart.

Before he could make the next move, another hammer swept over and hit his waistband.

This blow shattered his waist.

Under the severe pain, Abatai's legs became weak involuntarily and he knelt on the ground.

The surrounding Bagaras frantically wanted to come to rescue their master, but it was already too late.

The hammer hit Abatai's head with a whistling sound.

Relying on the instinctive reaction developed in many years of battle, Abatai moved his body desperately, and the hammer fell on his shoulder.

This blow shattered his shoulder blade.

Abatai fell to the ground, raised his head desperately, and saw through the messy figure the large banner fluttering in the wind in the distance.

He understood that the reason why the Ming army did not run away was because their emperor was behind them!

A heavy hammer fell, hitting Abatai directly on the head, and his eyes fell into eternal darkness.

"Old Ba!" Daishan, with a livid face, rode up on horseback. "We can't charge any more. Let's retreat."
To be continued...