Zhang Yunfeng and Lu Yuanchang did not expect the enemy to come so quickly. The Tartars should have been plundering and massacre. Just now, they pry out the whole story from a timid cavalry. The most confidant generals under Ketu Celing had grudges and Lunsu's troops. This time they came to avenge their personal revenge, and his master easily asked him to bring 20,000 people out. It was really a joke. The two of them had such an idea at the same time, letting official duties ignore them and avenging their personal revenge, which was something they could not understand.

However, those cavalry did not have the awareness of being exploited by their masters. For them, the hatred between Tegu and Lunsu tribe could only be washed away with blood, which was something that any noble warrior should do. The master brought them here to complete the battle of revenge was undoubtedly a manifestation of trust in them. Now, they have gained wealth and women from those Lunsu people, venting their desires and murderous spirits. Now, I will teach the Han people who are meddling in business.

The brave ones win when they meet on a narrow road. This is what the Junggar cavalry are doing now. The corpses of their companions on the ground did not make them shrink at all, but instead aroused their infinite murderous aura and bloodiness. Even the soldiers of the Breaking Camp, who were known as the most murderous in the Northwest Military Camp, had to admit that they were far less crazy than the enemy.

I don't know how the main general Te Gu considered it. Faced with an enemy whose number is far better than his side, he actually dared to allow his subordinates to rush with blood, and he rushed to the front with a strong rush. The revenge just now had already made him excited. His biggest knot in his heart had been untied. Kill one enough to earn a pair of money, kill two at this time, Te Gu seemed to have completely forgotten that he was a commander. Perhaps he was not prepared enough. Many of these men who should be cavalry were rushing barefoot and without anyone to command, they acted as the central army.

Lu Yuanchang was not at all afraid of a group of enemies who were like mad dogs. He had seen too much about the nonsense of the Tartars, how could he be frightened by their momentum? Under his command, the infantry of the Breaking Battalion, who was fearless, retreated while fighting, and trapped the enemy in layers like a pocket. Zhang Yunfeng next to him was just a false response to the story. He saw the murderous intent of the opponent's soldiers, so he restricted his subordinates from rushing too far. It was precisely this that gave Lu Yuanchang the opportunity to arrange it calmly. The cavalry on both wings had already fought into a group, and it was difficult to distinguish them. This was an encounter. Although the northwest was prepared, the bravery of the Junggars made up for their hasty greeting the enemy.

The swords were raining and the feathers were flying, but it was precisely this that constituted the most tragic scene in the entire battlefield. Like the crazy Junggar cavalry, the soldiers of the Breaking Battalion were trying their best to play the true level of their first battalion in the northwest. This was not the first coordinated battle between Zhang Yunfeng and the Breaking Battalion, but in the past, they only supported themselves from afar and never fought side by side as they really did today. Shadows jumped up and fell down, with the crisp sound of weapons fighting, and the muffled groans and screams of swords entering the body, he finally realized the power of the Breaking Battalion, and the jealousy and dissatisfaction in his heart were also disappearing bit by bit.

In addition to the small number of infantry that first supported, this was a contest between two elite cavalry. Lu Yuanchang and Zhang Yunfeng both knew that the infantry in the middle were undoubtedly victims, but for those prisoners, dying on the battlefield was better than dying on the battlefield, not to mention that they could be exempted from their sentences after making meritorious service, and they might have a chance to see the light of day again. Therefore, the two of them did not care about the casualties of those people. Similarly, for veterans on the battlefield, the enemy did not care about their lives and deaths, and they ignored minor injuries and serious injuries. As long as they were breathing, these people would still stick together, rendering bloody colors.

"This battle is sure to win!" Lu Yuanchang said to himself, and the two personal guards around him couldn't help but raise their heads. They all followed the old man who had been in charge for many years, and knew that he never easily won, just like Zhan Pohan. Now he suddenly asserted next time that he was undoubtedly sure to win. Then, seeing the chaos in the battlefield, they couldn't help but wonder again. Those people were still very resilient and seemed to show no sign of defeat.

Zhang Yunfeng also shook his head. Although Tegu himself rushed forward, he seemed to have used tactics. This was not a small-scale contact between thousands of people, and tens of thousands of people were all involved in it all at once. For a battlefield, if you are not careful, it would be a melee. Although the current situation seems disorderly, it is still in a certain order. Otherwise, the two main generals, Lu Yuanchang, would not have brought the most elite central army to watch the fun behind.

"It's time!" Lu Yuanchang suddenly waved his hand, and the originally still central army started to move. The sound of horse hooves spread throughout the battlefield like a deadly talisman. Zhang Yunfeng was naturally unwilling to fall behind. He was only a dozen steps behind Lu Yuanchang, and the snow-bright sabre was already raised high. This was a victory, and of course he could not let the unsheathed sabre retract cleanly.

"Are you finally going out?" Tegu, who was in the fierce battle, suddenly raised his head. His frenzy eyes were suddenly clear and unmatched with the blood stains on his body. He suddenly shouted at the guard who was following behind, and saw the tall young man taking out a strange thing from his arms and blowing it hard.

The infantry and cavalry that the Junggar attacked this time together had about 14,000 people, but they resisted the attack of nearly 30,000 people on the other side, and it was not an exaggeration to say that one was against two. Although the number reported by the Explosive Horse was 20,000, both Lu Yuanchang and Zhang Yunfeng believed that it was the mysterious tatars. The situation of exaggerating troops was common when the two armies fought, so no one cared about it. What's more, the Tegu troops had already fought a tough battle before this battle. According to the strength of the Lunsu troops, it was quite rare that they could still fight with 14,000 people.

However, Tegu's ability to hide his strength was indeed just right. When he had knocked Lunsu's army down, he had slumped three thousand elite troops there in advance as a preparatory plan. He knew that he had chosen this opportunity to take revenge and was likely to directly confront the Han people in the northwest. So he bribed Loeb, the younger brother of Prince Fuerda, of Prince Fuerda in Lunsu's army, and promised that he would take over the position of the prince after the matter was completed. In addition, he could leave half of the herder cattle and sheep he had seized, and his request was to echo him inside and outside and kill Fuerda with one blow. In this way, the sneak attack was extremely smooth. In the initial battle, he only lost a few hundred people, so it was more than enough to free up his hands to lie in the dark.

"You can't imagine defeating this person, but it's okay to protect yourself!" Tegu spat proudly. His timing was just right. Since the opponent had already been under the full army, his last move could at least prevent them from acting rashly. The cultivation of cavalry is undoubtedly the easiest thing for the grassland tribe. In his opinion, as long as the tribe that originally dependent on Lingyun on the grassland was able to make the army of hundreds of thousands. If these Han people were eaten and accommodated today, the Northwest Camp would have to suffer a loss, and he could even portray this as a big victory.

Sure enough, when Lu Yuanchang and Zhang Yunfeng heard the sound of horse hooves, they immediately woke up. The man who had been fighting in front actually had an ambush! Although the arrival of those people could not shake the overall situation, it was at least possible to take advantage of the situation. The moment the central army entered the battlefield just now, the battle situation was already a little messy. If someone took the opportunity to slaughter for a while, the consequences would be unimaginable. Faced with the unexpected enemy, the two of them began to gather their troops at the same time, killing one thousand enemies, and losing eight hundred of them themselves. They did not want to win the battle with the remaining soldiers.

So, the battle situation, which was originally full of blood, ended like a farce. Tegu's 3,000 ambush soldiers were indeed veterans who disrupted the situation, slanting, detouring, and then straight-forward. For the Breaking Camp and the Shuangyue Camp trapped in the battle formation, this was undoubtedly a nightmare raid. If Lu Yuanchang and Zhang Yunfeng had not rectified it early, the situation of the battle would have changed suddenly.

In this service, Tegu lost more than 3,200 cavalrymen, but they plundered a large number of horses from Lunsu's tribe, and even hung the head of Prince Lunsu's prince Fuerda on the flagpole to show the public. The first thing Furda's brother, Leb, after he succeeded, was to announce the abolition of his previous alliance with Lingyun and form an alliance with Junggar after counting his elder brother's eight major sins. This result shocked Lingyun, and Feng Wuhen, who had just arrived at the Ministry of War, had to face such a chaotic situation.

Feng Wuhen walked in a mess. Although he knew that Feng Wufang would definitely have his own countermeasures, he knew even if Brother Wufang had his own plan, he probably did not expect that things would turn sharply to this point. For the grassland tribes who were good at riding and shooting, the loss of thousands of cavalry was just a trivial matter. All the young and strong herders in their place could ride on horseback. For the Northwest Military Camp, the result of the elite fighting was a failure, which would be unacceptable to any master general.

While he was restless, Xu Chunshu hurried in to report: "Your Highness, Yu Rongqi, the Minister of the Lifan Academy, asked for a meeting." Seeing his master's brow locked, he immediately added softly, "Your Highness, there is another good news, Ming Jue has come back safely."

Feng Wuhen suddenly felt relieved, as if the war in the northwest suddenly had nothing to do. Since entering the Ministry of War, he has not had a day of peace, food, wages, civilians, and military forces in the northwest provinces. Yu Xinqi's bastard was just doing something against him, and he left all the troubles to him. Now that he has put down his mind, he can finally put his mind completely here.
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