As the raid battle was prolonged, the Tartars' men and horses also began to wake up, from the original panic and urgently looking for companions, began to spontaneously form a team with the clansmen around them, and began to resist the attacking enemy, at this time, although the front was ten thousand horses galloping and blazing, but they also knew that behind them were countless of their own fathers, elders, wives and daughters, and these Ming people were a group of red-eyed hungry wolves, and they would never be soft on women and children.
The form of the battlefield did not allow them to retreat again, so waves of Tartar youths began to wave their scimitars desperately and charged at those crazy war horses.
The charge was fatal, and the effect was small, because the five horses were connected together, and according to the current parlance, it was the heavy division, that was the tank, and almost all the people and everything who wanted to rush over and block the onslaught of these crazy horses with their bravery were immediately turned into meat under the hooves of the horses.
Sang Kun rode on his horse, standing in his core camp, watching the rolling Crazy Horse, watching the raging fire that ignited in the southern camp chasing Crazy Horse, and the earth-shattering explosions in the firelight, and the enemies that seemed to be killed from hell, he calmed down now.
Now, it is not the enemy who will kill you the most, but these burning war horses.
Tens of thousands of crazy war horses are invincible.
"Quick, set our tent on fire, quick."
Sang Kun decisively gave the order.
Animals are afraid of fire, or they are not animals, because the fire burning behind them makes them move forward, but if there is also a sea of fire in front, then they instinctively have to turn and rush to other places, and now they can't take care of the people in other places, lighting the fire in front of this crazy war horse, driving them to flee to other places is the first, only in this way can they organize their own team, in order to resolve the crisis, only in this way, can they start a knife-to-knife, gun-to-gun decisive battle with the surging Ming army behind.
His current camp has been full of casualties, fifty or sixty thousand tribes have collapsed at this moment, and now by his side is the three thousand headquarters of the army, that is, the royal court's own army, but this is enough, as long as these three thousand men and horses are there, it is no longer a matter of annihilating these four thousand Ming troops.
Now he just needs a chance, an undisturbed decisive battle.
The Mongolian men are decisive, hearing the shouts of the old Khan, they immediately did not hesitate to pick up the fire that was trampled on the ground and threw it to the camp tent behind him, which was less than half of the camp tent left, and immediately, the tent that was soaked in grease and weatherproof ignited a skyrocketing fire with a bang, and then, the camp tents that were close to each other in the central camp were lit one after another, but they were instantly connected into a sea of fire, in the sea of fire, there were countless wails and screams of the old and weak, and they were all people who had no time to run out of the sea of fire.
He was burned alive in the camp.
Sang Kun closed his eyes in pain, was trampled and burned half of the camp by the enemy's war horses, and almost half of the tribe died, but his own fire made more people die in his own hands, because, when everyone first experienced chaos, they instinctively ran to the tribal leader, and as a result, their own fire was not less than the damage caused by the enemy at all, but more than that.
The broken wrist of the strong man is this kind of pain, but this kind of pain will give him the opportunity to eliminate the Ming army on the opposite side and save more clansmen, between the trade-offs, it is such a pain, but it must be done, you can't pay the price, you can't annihilate this Ming army, and the other tribes scattered in various places will completely perish, and your own race will fall into the biggest crisis in the past two thousand years.
A fire suddenly erected a wall of fire in front of the frantically running war horse, and those war horses driven by the fire behind them immediately instinctively ran in all directions, and the fire horse ran away, immediately exposing both sides, and an endless fight would be staged.
Lu Hanqiang, who was left behind, saw the Mongolian cavalry under the blazing fire in the gap between the men and horses, and immediately shouted: Pig Burst Array, Pig Burst Array. ” The little fat man wielding the double hammer in front was immediately reminded, so he yelled at the brother behind him: "Pig stupe, pig stupe." ” The little fat man's pro-army who rushed to the front was trained to an instinct, and the three thousand original brothers rushed to the front row under the leadership of Zhou Chujun.
Zhou Chujun loudly passed the order of the little fat man, and in the shouts of the squad leader and squadron leader, he immediately operated the bow and crossbow on the high-speed galloping war horse, wound it, and then the first row of the two thousand people and horses who were just about to start against Lao Sangkun on the opposite side were a crossbow arrow that split their heads and covered their faces.
This row passed, immediately diagonally, to the back of the brother to get out of the way, the back of the brother without a word, another crossbow arrow, so repeatedly, although in the rush in the formation is not ruthless, but four rounds down, it will be smooth, so, the first batch of brothers after the shooting continued on the fourth batch of the rear tail, rushed to the enemy again, another batch of crossbow arrows flew away.
Sang Kun saw the enemy, he finally didn't have to think about looking for the enemy everywhere for a decisive battle, now is the time for the decisive battle.
So, he waved the sword he hadn't used for many years into the air and shouted, "Warriors of the Golden Family, rush for our glory and pride. ” The blood of the warriors behind him had long been aroused by the enemy's killing of his father, and Lao Sangkun rushed towards the enemy with a shout at the order.
On rushing to kill immediately, we are ancestors, Han people, you go and die.
War horses from stationary to start, need a buffer, just when the Mongols buffered, the opposite side suddenly splashed out a piece of feather arrows, with the kinetic energy of both sides, the feather arrows pierced into the dense crowd, immediately brought a burst of bloody wind, I don't know how many Mongolian knights fell down in this arrow, and were immediately trampled into meat by their companions, and more with feather arrows tied to the sheepskin jacket, regardless of the continued charge.
As a result, this group of enemies did not collide with them and fight each other, but separated left and right with a roar, flashing out another group of enemies behind, followed by a batch of feather arrows, and I don't know how many people fell off their horses and became meat puree, and I don't know how many people added a few feathered arrows to their old sheepskin jackets.
The third wave, the fourth wave.
When Sang Kun saw the crossbow arrows in the hands of the Ming army that rushed out of the firelight, his heart tightened, a one-sided slaughter was inevitable, but fortunately, the cavalry's crossbow arrows had a short range and small power, and everyone could resist it as long as they went out, so he estimated the number of the enemy's first row, less than a thousand.
According to the specific information obtained by the Ming Dynasty, they had less than 4,000 people. t1706231537: